Given that we've recently been examining the feet of clay of some of the 1916 martyrs, it seems opportune to take a closer look at this fellow. Yeats, of course, memorably described him as:
This other man I had dreamed
A drunken, vainglorious lout.
He had done most bitter wrong
To some who are near my heart,
The bitter wrong, it would seem, consisted of the attempted drunken paedophiliac rape of his stepdaughter Iseult Gonne. Of course, some of the misty-eyed nationalist romanticists on this site will immediately start to jump up and down and shout slander but I think it is salutary for us as a nation to have a good "warts and all" look at some of the founders of our state and the heroes we have placed on pedestals.